This is Mason's chapter! I hope you all enjoy! Mason actually started way before the rest of them as mentioned in I Wouldn't Give It Up For The World.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf.


"Why are there so many strains of wolfsbane?" Mason huffed as he ducked a strike from Deaton.

"There were a couple natural varieties and then later on hunters started crossbreeding them to create new variety to use against werewolves."

"Thats terrifying," said Mason. He blocked a strike from Deaton's batons and launched one of his own only to have Deaton block it.

"So yellow wolfsbane," sad Deaton.

"Right, said Mason as they continued sparring."Natural variety. Fatal to werewolves. Very rare. Can be healed by an incision to the chest or," he ducked again, "by burning it out." He struck and Deaton twisted out of the way. "Can also heal mountain ash poisoning."

"Good," said Deaton. "Now what is the color of the asian species of wolfsbane?"

"Wine red," said Mason. He received a stinging blow on the arm that made him drop his baton. He held up the other baton and shifted his stance. "It's actually more effective on asian werewolves which raises some interesting questions about wolfsbane and genes but can also be effective against some kitsunes as well."

"Correct," said Deaton. He whirled to attack Mason and Mason managed to block him and then dive across the floor to retrieve his lost baton. He got it and struggled to his feet.

"Nicely done," said Deaton. "Watch your footwork." Mason shifted his feet appropriately. "Now," continued Deaton, "Let's move on to the the green-white wolfsbane strain."


"Why do you want to learn this?" Deaton asked.

The teen in front of him shifted his feet but then settled. "Because it's the sort of thing I think ought to be shared. Someone has to know this stuff and someone we can trust. I mean, sometimes you have to go off to places and I think it'd be a good idea to have someone who can do all this stuff. I, I don't want to be an emissary I don't think I can be and I really don't have the temperament but I'd be sort of like an EMT."

"A first responder," said Deaton.

"Yeah," said Mason. "My job is to be aware of this stuff. To figure stuff out. But I'd like to be able to help my friends in some other way too. I really don't like watching them hurting and in pain and I hate not knowing what to do in those situations."

Deaton nodded. "It's a good idea but first responders often have to do some messy things. Burning out wolfsbane for example."

"They did everything they could to save me from la bĂȘte du gĂ©vaudan," said Mason. "It'd have been easier if they weren't trying to save me but they still did everything they could. Lydia took an injection to the throat, Scott and Liam fought against Sebastian for me. I can burn out wolfsbane if I have to."

Deaton eyed the youth and then nodded. "I would be pleased to teach you. And since Scott's not here anymore I have some time on my hands."


"You're smart," said Deaton, "And that's certainly a quality you need. Because sometimes the things you need aren't going to be easy to obtain."

"You mean...black market?"

Deaton laughed. "On the rare occasion yes but what I meant was, sometimes the things you need other people have and they're not always willing to give them to you."

"So I need to find a way to persuade them," said Mason.

"And find ways to get it if you fail to do so."

"Stealing," said Mason blankly.

"Well I do try to refrain from that but if I must, I also try to leave some behind. Take only what you need in the amount you need. But I find it's better to persuade them and even more useful to make friends."

"Yeah, I'll go with the persuading thing myself," said Mason.

"Good," Deaton smiled.


"What's this?" said Mason staring at the book.

"A book," said Deaton.

"I can see that. It's Common Diseases Among Dogs."

"Unfortunately, some diseases that dogs have, can be weaponized and used against werewolves," Deaton said calmly.

Mason blinked and then said, "The world is officially a scary place now." He looked down at the book in his hands like he wasn't sure what to do with it.


Mason's hands trembled as he aimed the needle into the vein of the dummy.

"Steady," said Deaton. "Angle it a little more. It;s supposed to be at 45 degrees to the surface of teh skin."

Mason complied and then managed to insert the needle into the vein.

"Now press the plunger," said Deaton. Mason pressed the plunger and withdrew the needle.

"Good," said Deaton. "Now let's try that again."

"Give me a moment to not throw up," Mason said.

After a few moments he took up a new needle, filled it from the bottle, which actually only held water and then aimed for the vein again.


"Okay why do I have to learn to take blood?" Mason asked.

"For tests," said Deaton, "You need to learn how to identify some substances from the blood because there are some things that can kill the preternatural but don't give any distinct outward symptoms. For example, anyone can have fever or stomach aches. There are several different herbs which give those symptoms but unless you have their blood, you won't know which one. There are macroscopic ways to identify which herb it was using the blood from the poisoned patient."

"Okay," said Mason, "I get it." he took a deep breath. "So how do I do this now?"


The first time he pulled 'blood' from the dummy he swayed on his feet and his hand was shaking so badly he couldn't stick the needle into the blood tube.


The first time he took blood from Deaton, he managed not to him a hematoma and even got the needle into the tube without much difficulty. Then he sat with his head between his knees for a while.

"Are you okay?" asked Deaton.

"Why did I think this was a good idea again?" asked Mason.

"Because it was a good idea," said Deaton amused.

"Right," said Mason. He took another breath. "Right. Right I'm doing this to save my friends. It still beats ramming my new car into the wall for them."

"Do..I want to know?" Deaton asked.

"Not really," said Mason.


Most of the times Mason knows what he's doing and why. Other time though, when he's staring at his closet drawer full of herbs and poisons and various other things, he wonders what the hell happened to his life.

But then again, he really wouldn't have it any other way. His best friend was a werewolf. He himself was in a werewolf pack. He had the most awesome people ever in his life and he'd do anything to keep them there. Even have a drawer full of weird and often toxic things.

Who was he kidding? He'd do worse for them.


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